OREGON STATE ITEMS OF INTEREST
. WILD FRUIT GOOD.
Old Orchards in Coast Range Without
Care Give Fine Results.
Cottage Grove Lincoln Taylor, who
recently returned from an outing in
the coast mountains, says he found a
great many vacated homes throughout
the section visited by him and the or
chards, planted years ago by the home
steaders, have gone wild and the fruit
is to be found in great abundance.
Bears, coons and other fruit eating
animals have infested the orchards in
many places and the limbs have been
badly broken, but that has not affected
the bearing quality of the trees.
Mr. Taylor says there is rarely a
case of scale or other disease to be
found on any of the trees, and the cod
tin moth is not in evidence. This is
splendid evidence in favor of the entire
coast range as fruit producing sections.
Henry H. Veatch too, while on a
hunting trip on Cedar creek, about
eight miles from Cottage Grove, came
upon a splendid orchard that had been
entirely taken by the fir timber. He
brought out fair samples of the apples,
which surpass anything to be found on
the lower levels in size, color and aro
matic excellence. The fruit resembies
the Gravenstein quite strongly, but is
more highly colored and measures
more than 10 inches in circumference.
On the William Landess ranch, just
east of town, there is a fine Crawford
peach orchard in the fir timber which
is heavily laden with beautiful fruit.
BIG ORCHARDS PLANTED.
Benton County Farmers Going in for
Apple Culture.
T Corvallis The Western Oregon
Fruit company, of which Judge Bortb
and J. W. Polk, of Grants Pass, are
the principal stockholders, will begin
planting 1,000 acres to apples and
pears October 1. This company has
purchased 1,700 acres near Monroe,
Benton county, comes into possession
October 1 and expects to plant fully
1,000 acres this fall.
The Oregon Apple company will also
begin planting at the earlieBt date pos
sible. This company owns 800 acres
south of Corvallis and has ordered
trees to plant 600 acres to apples and
pears at once. This company owns
some of the sightiiest land in Benton
county.
The Willamette Orchard company,
which recently purchased the famous
Samuel Wyatt farm, two miles west
of Corvallis, is preparing to plant 126
acres this fall.
Mayor Virgil E. J Wattes, who put
40 acres of the Pleasant View fruit
farm to apples this spring, will add 20
acres this fall.
There have been many small acre
ages set to fruit this year and it is
expected that fully 2,000 acres of new
orchard will be set out in Benton
county by January 1.
Filling Farmers' Warehouses.
La Grando. Over 15,000 bushels of
grain are already stored in the farmers
unlou warehouse at Island City, al
though the roof on the building is not
yet complotod. The union la yet in its
infancy in Union county, but the farm
era ere working togother splendidly,
and it is thought that bofore the stor
ing aoason is over 30,000 bushels of
whnut will bo in this warehouse. The
whoat is poolod and hold in the ware
house for snlo, and whon the buyers
puruhuso the grain it will be con
veniently near the muiii line of the
railroad for sliipmont.
Work on Branch to Begin.
Albany J. B. Eddy, right of way
agent of the Southern Pacific, states
that work will begin on the Lebanon
Crabtree branch next week. He was
in Albany en route to Portland from
Lebanon where he has completed se
curing rights of way for this branch.
It will be eight miles long and Connect
the north and south ends of the Wood-burn-Springfield
line, not now operated
because of the wrecked bridge across
the South Santiam.
Send Display East.
Hood River Hood River is prepar
ing a disDlay of fruit at the National
Irrigation congress to be held in Chi
cago in November. The Hood River
Aople Growers' union expects to send
a car of the finest apples to the great
how. Thomas Persons is in Hood
River taking scenes of the apple in
dustry with a moving picture camera.
These will be used in connection with
the display of fruit
Hophoute and Crop Burns.
Woodburn The Kendall hophouse,
east of Woodburn, burned last week
together with 14,000 pounds of this
year's bops, which bad been contract
ed at 9 cents. The building was owned
by Frank Kendall ani rented by Lee
Kendall. The cause of the fire is un
known. The building and contents
were insured in the Hopgrowers' Fire
Insurance company.
Cove Fruit Goes East.
Cove Stackland Bros., probably the
largest fruitraisers in the Grand
Ronde valley, are shipping mixed fruits
to the Eastern markets. Plums,
pears, crabapplea and apples are in
season and a full crew is at work in
tbeorchard. Two can were shipped
last week and two more have been
forwarded this week.
Record Yield of Oats. "
La Grand. The largest yield of oats
roported in the valley is reported by
W. D. Sawyer, of the Pleree-Sawyer
ranch, close to Hot lake. Off of 120
acres of oats the yield was 10,370 bush
els. This is close to 83 bushels to the
acre, .
BIG FRUIT TRACT BOUGHT.
Eastern Capitalists Purchase 1,200
Acres in Rogue Valley.
Grants Pass. One of the largest
deals to take place in Rogue river fruit
lands occurred a few days ago, when
a representative of Eastern capitalists
'purchased the S. II. Kiggs property,
consisting of 12G0 acres. This is one
of the finest bodies of land in the
county, and is supplied with 2000
inches or more of water from tho Ap
plcgate river. Its former owners found
much profit in raising three crops of
alfalfa each year, and selling it at from
$15 to $20 a ton, but it has now be
come so profitable to raise fruit that
three hay crops do not produce suf
ficient revenue to satisfy the fruit
raiser. The buyer and his associates
will take possession of the premises on
the first day of January, and they will
at that time put on a largo force of
men to lay out the tract in an ideal
manner, with convenient avenues run
ning in every direction, in order to
make it the largest tract of land de-.
voted to fruit alone in Kogue river
valley. The entire premises will bo
planted as rapidly as possible in
poaches, pears and commercial apples.
This place formerly belonged to Con
sul II. B. Miller, but last year it was
sold to 8. H. Riggs, who kept it nine
months, raised several hundred tons of
alfalfa hay, and sold out at a price up
into six figures.
Irrigation Near Vale.
Vale D. M. Brogan, the Seattle
capitalist, who is constructing a large
irrigation project on Willow creek
about 24 miles from Vale, is meeting
with great success and encouragement
in the reclamation of 30,000 acres of
land just north of the project recently
rejected by the government because of
lack of funds. Several ranches have
been purchased from settlers and three
reservoirs will be constructed, the
water to be taken from Willow creek
and its tributaries. A railroad is be
ing built from Vale to Brogan, the
townsite of the project.
Forest Ranger Examination.
Bend The examination for the posi
tion of forest ranger in the Deschutes
national forest will be held at Prine
ville October 16 and 17. At these ex
aminations applicants are put through
a severe test of their abilities in the
various branches of forest work, from
cruising to road and bridge making.
One of the most important features of
the work of foresters in this region is
the supervision of cattle and sheep
ranging in the reserve, where the
herds and bands are pastured in the
summer months.
Coos Has Another Line
Marshfield The Coos Bay Electric
Railway company has just been incor
porated, . with a capital stock of $1,
500,000. The incorporators are James
H. Flanagan, W. S. Chandler and F.
C. McCollom. Those connected with
the movement say their plans are not
sufficiently developed to make any
statement of the purpose of the com
pany. Mr. Flanagan is a local banker
and Mr. Chandler is a San Franciscan
interested extensively in Coos bay.
PORTLAND MARKETS.
Wheat Bluestem, 96c; club, 87c;
red Russian, 86 e; valley, 90c; fife,
87c; Turkey red, 87c; 40-fold, 89$c.
Barley Feed, $25.6026; brewing,
$26.50()27 per ton.
Oats No. 1 white, $27(27.25 per
ton.
Hay Timothy, Willamette valley,
$15(0)16 per ton; Eastern Oregon,
$17.60(fi)18.60; alfalfa, $14; clover,
$14; cheat, $1314.60; grain hay,
$15(0)16.
Butter City creamery, extras, 86c ;
fancy outside creamery, 3336c;
store, 21 22c per pound. Butter fat
prices average 1 &c per pound under
regular butter prices.
Eggs Oregon ranch, candled, S2)4e
per dozen.
Poultry Hens, 1617e per pound;
springs, 1617c; roosters, 910c;
ducks, young, 14(15c; geese, young,
10llc; turkeys, 20c; squabs, $1.76
2 per dozen.
Pork Fancy, 9(10c per pound.
Veal Extra, 10(i)10c per pound.
Fruits Apples, $12.25 per box;
pears, 60c$1.25; peaches, 76cT$1.25
per crate; cantaloupes, $50c(o$1.25;
plums, 26ffi60c per box ; watermelons,
leper pound; grapes, 40c($1.25 per
crate; Concords, 26c per basket; casa
bas, $1.602 per crate; quinces, $1.60
per box.
Potatoes 75c(o$l per snck; aweet
potatoes, 2e per pound.
Onions $1.25 per sack.
Vegetables Beans, 46c per pound ;
cabbage, IGflcj cauliflower, 75c(S
$1.25 per dozen; celery, 60(fi)76c; corn,
18($20c; cucumbers, 1025c; onions,
12X16c; peas, 7c per pound; pep
pers, 45c; pumpkins, &glc;
squash, 6e ; tomatoes, 60c per box.
Hops 1909 Fuggles, 20(821c per
pound; clusters, nominal; 1908 crop,
17c; 1907 crop, 12e; 1906 crop, 8c.
'Wool--Eastern Oregon, 16(g23c per
pound; valley, 2325c; mohair,
choice, 23(ii)25c.
Cattle Steers, top quality, $4.25JT
4.50; fair to good, $4; common, $3.60
firS.75; cows, top, $3.60; fair to good,
$8613.25 ; common to medium, $2.60
2.75; calves, top, $5ffi5.60; heavy,
$3.60(34; bulla, $22.26; stags, $2.60
3.60.
Hogs Best, $8; fair to good, $7.75
m 85; stackers, $67j China fats,
$7.608.
Sheep Top wethers, $44.25; fair
to good, $3.60((i3.76; ewes, Xc less on
all grades; yearlings, best, $44.26;
fair to good, $3.60(33.75; spring
lambs, $5.265.60.
HILL GIVES PRIZES.
Railroad Builder Helps Cry Farming
Congress With Cups.
Billings, Mont, Sept 27. Five sil
ver cups, aggregating $220 in value,
will be features of the list of prizes
offered by James J. Hill, chairman of
the board of directors of the Great
Northern railway, for best exhibits at
the International Dry Farming exposi
tion which will be held at Billings,
Montana, October 25-29, in connection
with the Fourth Dry Farming congress,
October 26-28. George J. Ryan, gen
eral industrial airent of tho ciraat
Northern, has sent to the headquarters
oi me congress at Billings a list of the
prizes and the conditions under which
they will be awarded. The acm-nontA
value of all the prizes is $1,000. This
awara Dy Mr. Mill is similar to that
made by him in the case of the Omaha
Corn exposition, with the exception
that the cup feature is made a special
one in favor of the Dry Farming con
gress. In regard to the cash . prizes,
Oregon, Washington and Montana are
given the same liBt, thereby eliminat
ing the competition of one state against
another where conditions for certain
crops might be better in one state than
the other.
BURNING LAKE STUDIED.
Adventurous Spirits Go Into Crater of
Active Volcano.
Honolulu, Sept. 27. L. M. Hale, J.
Reynolds, and Earnest Mohpb n
grapher, descended today into the pit
oi ine crater oi Mount Kilaueau, re
maining half an hour on the edge of a
burning lake of lava and fire. This is
the first time that this feat has been
accomplished.
The members of the party ventured
almost to the rim of the seething lake
and attempted to take photographs.
The heat was intense and at times the
adventurers walked over partially
molten areas. After completing their
observations, they returned safely to
the rim of the crater, where half a
dozen friends had witnessed the descent.
Kilaueau is one of the largest active
volcanoes in the world, on the east
slope of Maunaloa, Hawaii island. Its
altitude is 4,400 feet and the circum
ference of its crater is about nine
miles, with a depth varying from 700
to 1,100 feet, depending upon the level
of the molten lava. Violent eruptions
occurred in 1797, 1844 and 1866, and
since the latter date there have been
several outbreaks of less severity.
ENGINEERS TO YIELD.
Settlement of Miners' Differences In
Butte in Sight.
Butte, Mont, Sept. 27. Although
no definite statements have yet been
made by either side, it developed late
tonight that there is plausible prospect
that the differences existing between
the Brotherhood of Stationary Engin
eers No. 1 and the Butte Miners' union
may be settled, and the miners will re
turn to their work at the various prop
erties before tomorrow morning.
It is known that certain overtures
have been made to the engineers by the
officers of the miners' union, and it is
quite probable the engineers will make
certain concessions which will be ac
cepteable to the miners. Whether the
concessions will be permanent and
whether they will involve a return of
the seceding engineers to the Western
Federation of Miners, it was impossi
ble to ascertain.
The adjustment will be reached, it is
believed, without bringing the mining
companies into the controversy, either
as arbitrators or because of their influ
ence, and it is highly probable that
there will be nothing for Charles Moy
er, president of the Western Federation
of Miners, to settle when he arrives.
Omaha Strike Nears End. v
Omaha, Sept 27. Chances of end
ing the streetcar employes strike
seemed favorable tonight President
Wattles, of the car company, after a
meeting with the municipal officials
tomorrow, will make a plain state
ment of what conditions would be ac
ceptable to the company. The strik
ing employes, he says, will be given
an opportunity to accept his conditions.
In a disturbance just before the cars
stopped running for the day, James
Murphy, a conductor, was knocked
down and seriously injured.
Launch Sinks, 80 Drown.
Victoria, B. B., Sept 27. Mail ad
vices from the Orient tell of a ship dis
aster on the West river of South China,
involving' a loss of 80 lives. The
launch Wo On, from Weichu for Ho
Yuen, on August 11 capsized three
miles from her destination. The acci
dent was caused by the strong current
Twenty of her 100 passengers wefe
saved by swimming and by clinging to
wreckage. .The Chinese authorities at
Weichu chartered a steam launch,
which proceeded to the scene to recover
the bodies of the victims.
Reyes Goes to Europe.
Monterey, Mexico, Sept 27. Fol
lowing the resignation of General Ber
nardo Reyes from the presidency of the
local casino, it is rumored here that
General Reyes is preparing to leave
Mexico and to take up his residence in
Europe. Much color is lent to the re
ports due to the fact that the borne of
General Reyes, valued at $90,000, is
for sale. It is not believed that Reyes
has intentions of leaving Mexico until
after tho elections.
Johnson's Will Is Found.
St Paul, Sept 27. It waa learned
today that Governor Johnson had left a
will bequeathing all bis estate, which
nrobablv will aptrrecat I2K OOA tn Ma
widow. i
The
Main
Chance
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BY
Meredith Nicholson
CorvaiOHT 1903
Tn Bobbs-Mbkkill Con paht
CHAPTER XXI.
The night wind of the plain blew cold
in their faces as they stepped out upon
the Great River platform. There was a
hint of storm in the air and clouds rode
swiftly overhead. The voices of the train
men and the throb of the locomotive, rest
ing for its long climb mountainward,
broke strangely upon the silence. ' A
great figure muffled in a long ulster came
down the platform toward the vestibule
from which the trio had descended.
"Hello," called R&ridan, cheerily,
"there's only one like that! Good morn
ing, Bishop!"
"Good morning, gentlemen," said Bish
op Delafield, peering Into their faces. The
waiting porter took his, bags from him.
"Has the boy been found yet?"
"No."
"I should have gone on home to-night
If I had known that But what are you
doing here?" .
Raridan told him in a few words. They
were following a slight clue, and were
going over to the old Polndexter place, in
the hope of finding Grant Porter there.
Saxton was holding a colloquy with the
driver of the station hack who had come
In quest of passengers, and he hurried off
with the man to get a buckboard.
The conductor signaled with his lan
tern to go ahead, and the engine answer
ed with a doleful peal of the bell. The
porter had gathered up the bishop's things
and waited for htm to step aboard.
"Never mind," the bishop said to him ;
"I won't go to-night" The train was al
ready moving and the bishop turned to
Raridan and Wbeaton. "I'll wait and
see what comes of this."
"Very well," said Raridan. "We won't
need our bags. We can leave them with
the station agent."
Wheaton stepped forward eagerly, glad
to have something to do ; be had not slept
and was grateful for the cover of dark
ness which shut him out from the others.
When Wheaton went into the station,
the agent eyed him curiously as he looked
up from his telegraphing and nodded his
promise to care for the bags. He remem
bered Saxton and Wheaton and supposed
that they were going to Poindexter's on
ranch business. Saxton drove up to the
platform with the backboard.
"All ready," he said, and the three men
climbed in, the bishop and Wheaton in
the back seat and Raridan by Saxton,
who drove.
- The road proved to be In, better condi
tion than Savton had expected, and he
kept the ponies at their work with hit
whip. The rumble of the wagon rost
above the men's voices, and they ceased
trying to talk. The bishop rode with his
head bowed on his breast, asleep ; he had
learned the trick of taking sleep when
and where he could.
Wheaton felt the numbing of his hands
and feet in the cold night air and wel
comed the' discomfort, as a man long used
to a particular sensation of ' pain wel
comes a new one that proves a counter
irritant. He reviewed again the grounds
on which he might have excused himself
from taking this trip. Nothing, he ar
gued, could be more absurd than this ad
venture on an errand -which might much
better have been left to professional de
tectives. But it . seemed a far cry back
to his desk at the bank, and to the tasks
there which he really enjoyed. In a few
hours the daily routine would be in pro
gress. The familiar scenes of the open
ing passed before him the clerks taking
their places; the slamming of the big
books upon the desks as they were
brought from the vault; the jingle of coin
in the cages as the tellers assorted It and
umde ready for the day's business. He
saw himself at his desk, the executive of
ficer of the most substantial Institution
in Clarkson, his signature carrying the
bank's pledge, his position one of dignity
aud authority.
But he was on William Porter's ser
vice; he pictured himself walking into
the bank from a fruitless quest,' but on
which would attract attention to himself.
If they found the boy and released him
safely, he would share the thanks and
praise which would be the reward of the
rescuing party. He had no idea that
Snyder would be captured; and be even
planned to help him escape if he could
do so. i
They went forward slowly. The clouds
were more compactly marshaled now and
the stars were fewer. Suddenly Saxton
brought the ponies to a stand and pointed
to a dark pile that loomed ahead of
them. The Polndexter house stood forth
somber in the thin starlight.
Saxton gave the reins to Raridan and
jumped oat. "You stay her and I'll
reconnolter a bit,' he said. He walked
swiftly toward the great barn which lay
between kirn and the house. There waa
no sign of lit in th place. H crept
through th barb-wire fence Into th cor
ral. He had brought with him a key to
a rear door, and be started around th
nous to try it and to mak sure that
the house was not occupied.
At th corner toward th river, glass
suddenly crunched under his feet. Th
windows wer deeply embrasured all over
th house, and he could not determine
whr th glass had fallen from. Th
windows wer all Intact when he left, he
was sure. II drew off his glove and tip
toed to th nearest panes, ran his fingers
OTr th smooth glass, and Instantly
touched a broken edge. As he was feel
ing th tram to discover th sis of th
opening, th low whinny of a horse cam
distinctly from within.
He stood perfectly quiet, listening, and
In a moment heard th stamp of a hoof
on th wooden floor of th hall. He
backed off toward th drive way, which
sv apt arcund in front of th noes, and
watted, but all remained as silent and
as dark as before. He ran back through
the corral to the other men, who stood
talking beside the blanketed ponies.
"There's something or somebody in the
house," he said. He told them of the
broken window and of the sounds be had
heard. "Whoever's there has no business
there and we may as well turn him out.
Yon two watch the corners of the house,"
he continued, indicating Raridan and
Wheaton; "and you, Bishop, can stand
off here. If you will, and watch for signs
of light In the upper windows. The big
front doors are barred on the inside, and
my key opens only the back door."
The door opened easily, and John step
ped into the lower hall. The, place was
pitch dark. He remembered the posi
tion of the articles of furniture as he
had left them on his last visit, and start
ed across the hall toward the stairway,
using his lantern warily. When half
way, he heard the whinny of a horse
which he could not see. A moment later
an animal shrank away from him in the
darkness and was still again. Then an
other horse whinnied by the window
whose broken glass he bad found on the
outside. There were, then, two horses,
from which he argued that there were
at least two persons in the house. He
found the doors and lifted the heavy bar
that held them and drew the bolts at
top and bottom. As the doors swung
open slowly Raridan ran up to see if
anything waa wanted.
"All right," said Saxton In a low tone.
"They're mighty quiet if there here.
But there's no doubt about the horses.
You stay where you are and I'll explore
a little."
The horses stamped fretfully as he
went toward the stairway, but all was
quiet above. He felt his way slowly
up the stalr-rall, whose heavy dust stuck
to his fingers. Having gained the upper
hall, he paused to take fresh bearings.
His memory brought back gradually the
position of the rooms. In putting out
his hand he touched a picture which
swung slightly on its wire and grated
harshly against the rough plaster of the
wall. At the same instant be heard a
noise directly in front of him as of some
one moving about in the chamber at the
head of the stairs. The knob of a door
was suddenly grasped from within. John
waited, crouched down, and drew his re
volver from the side pocket of his coat.
The door stuck in the frame, but being
violently shaken, suddenly pulled free.
The person who had opened the door
stepped back into the room and scratched
a match.
"Wake np there," called a voice with
in the room.
Saxton crept softly across the hall,
settling the revolver into his hand ready
for use. A man could be heard mum
bling. "Hurry up, boy, It's time we were out
of this."
The owner of the voice now reappear
ed at the door holding a lantern ; he was
pushing some one in front of him. The
crisis had come quickly; Johnx Saxton
knew that he had found Grant Porter;
and he remembered that he was there to
get the boy whether he caught his ad
ductor or not.
The man waa carrying the lantern in
his right hand and pushing the boy to
ward the staircase with bis left. As he
came well out of the door, Saxton sprang
up and kicked the lantern from the man's
hand. At the same moment he grabbed
the boy by the collar, drew him back
and stepped in front of him. The lan
tern crashed against the wall opposite
and went rolling down the stairway with
Its light extinguished. Saxton had drop
ped his own lantern and the hall was in
darkness.
"Stop where you are, Snyder," said
Saxton, "or I'll shoot. I'm John Saxton ;
you may remember me." He spoke in
steady, even tones.
The lantern, rolling down the stairway,'
startled the horses, which stamped rest
lessly on the floor. The wind whistled
dismally outside. . He heard Snyder, as
he assumed the man to be, cautiously
feeling his way toward the staircase.
"You may as well stop there," Saxton
said, without moving, and holding the
boy to the floor with his left hand. He
spoke in sharp, even tones. "It's all
right, Grant," he added In the same key
to the boy, who was crying with fright.
"Stay where you are. The house is
surrounded, Snyder," he went on. "You
may as well give in."
The man said nothing. He had found
th stairway. Suddenly a revolver flash
ed and cracked, and the man went leap
ing down the stairs. Th ball whistled
over Saxton's head, and the boy clutched
him about the legs. A bit of plaster,
shaken loose by the bullet, fell from the
celling. The noise of the revolver roared
through' th house.
"It's all right. Grant," Saxton said
again.
The retreating man slipped and fell
at the landing, midway of the stairs, and
as he stumbled to his feet Saxton ran
back into th room from which th fellow
had emerged. He threw op the window
with a crash and shouted to the men in
th darkness below : -
"He's coming I Get out of the way
and let him go I The boy's all right!"
He hurried back Into the hall where he
had left Grant, who crouched moaning
in the dark."
Ton stay here a minute. Grant. They
won't get you again," be called as he ran
down th steps. On of th horses be
low was snorting with fright and making
a great clatter with its hoofs. From the
sound Saxton knew that the fleeing man
waa trying to mount, and as he plunged
down the last half of the stairway the
horse broke through the door with th
man on his back.
Let him go, Warry," yelled Saxtoa
with all his lungs.
The horse was already across the
thwhold at a leap, his rider bending low
over th animal's neck to avoid th top
of th door. Raridan ran forward, tak
ing hi bearing by sounds.
"Stop I" he shouted. "Com on, Whea
ton r Wheaton was running toward
him at the top of his speed; Raridan
sprang In front of th horse and grabbed
at the throat-latch of Its bridle. Th
horse, surprised, and terrified by th
noise, and feeling th rider digging his
heels Into his aides, reared, carrying
Warry off his feet
"Let go, you fool," screamed th rider.
"Let go, I say r
"Let aim alone," cried Wheaton, now
clot at hand; bat Raridan still held to
th strap at th throat of th plunging
horse.
Th rider sat up straight on his hot
ant ala revolver barked into the aixht
twice in sharp succession, the gourds
crashing against the bouse, and the
flashes lighting up the struggling horse
and rider, and Raridan, clutching at th
bridle. Randan's hold loosened at the
first shot, and as the. second echoed Into
the night, the horse leaped free, running
madly down the road, past Bishop Dela
field, who was coming rapidly toward the
house. Wheaton and Saxton met in the
driveway where Raridan had fallen. The
flying horse could, be heard pounding
down the hard road.
"Warry, Warry!" called Saxton, on
his knees by his friend. "Hold the lan
tern," he said to Wheaton. "He's hurt."
Raridan said nothing, but lay very still,
moaning.
"Who's hurt?" asked the bishop, com
ing up. Saxton had recovered his own
lantern as he ran from the house. It was
still burning and Wbeaton turned up the
wick. The three men bent over Raridan,
who lay as he had fallen.
"We must get him inside," said Sax
ton. "The horse knocked him down."
The bishop bent over and put his arms
under ltandan ; and gathering him up as
if the prone man had been a child, he
carried him slowly toward the house.
Wheaton started ahead with the lantern, '
but Saxton snatched it from hiin and ran
through the doors into the hall, and back
to the dining-room.
"Come In here," he palled, and the old
bishop followed, bearing Raridan careful
ly in his great arms. -The others helped
him to place his burden on the long table
at which, lu Toindcxter's day, many light
hearted companies had gathered. They
peered down upon him in the lantern
light.-
"It was another another of my fool-.
ish chances," said Warry faintly and
slowly, the words coming hard ; but all
in the room could hear. He looked from
one to another. "The boy's safe and well.
We got what we came for. Just once
just once I got what -I came for. It
wasn't fail- in the dark that way "
His voice failed. He lay very still for
several minutes.
"I never quite arrived quite arriv
ed," he went on, with his eyes on the old
bishop, as If this were something that he
would understand ; "but you must forgive
all that" He smneu in a patient, tired
way.
"You have been a good man, Warry,
there's nothing that can trouble you."
"I was really doing better, wasn't I,
John?" ha went on, still smiling. "You
had helped you ,two" he looked from
his young friend- to the older one, with
the Intentness of his near-sighted gaze.
"Tell them" his eyes closed and his voice
Bank until It was almost inaudible "tell
them at the hill Evelyn the light of all
of all the year."
The wind sweeping across the prairie
shook the windows in the room and moan
ed far away in the lonely house. The
bishop's great hand rested gently on the
dying man's head; his voice rose in sup
plication the words coming slowly, as It
he remembered them from a far-off time:
"Unto God's gracious mercy and pro
tection we commit thee." Saxton drop
ped to his knees, and & sob broke from
him. "The Lord bless thee, and keep
thee. The Lord make his face to shine
upon thee, and be gracious unto thee."
The old man's voice was very low, and
sank to a whisper. "The Lord lift up hi
countenance upon thee and give the
peace, both now and evermore."
(To be continued.)
SAVED IN SPITE OF HERSELF
How Fortune Sidetracked a Very
Bad Social Break.
"That reminds me " said Mrs.
Baxter; but the sewing society was in
full swing, and no one noticed. .
"Ahem!" she persevered. "That lady
must "have been something like "
Once more her voice was submerged.
"I knew a girl " she almost
shouted, without causing so much as
a ripple on the waves.
It was annoying. She had been
there an hour wtlhout uttering a
complete remark. Not that her voice
was needed; but In her former church
home -Mrs. Baxter had been a recog
nized factor, and she did not intend
that these ladles should regard her,
after this first meeting with them, as
a person with nothing to say.
Accordingly, when the shifting talk
reminded her of an. old family anec
dote about a girl who had left ber
home town as Mary Ann Burney, and
had been heard of In the city shortly
after as Marie Annetta Bournee, she
determined to be heard.
"What you were saying a minute
ago," she tried for the fourth time,
"makes me think of " but it was
useless and by this time the current
had carried the chatter so far away
from the subject that the Btory waa
stranded.
With a warm face Mrs. Baxter gave
It up and applied herself to her sew
ing, when, presto! back surged the
conversation to the same point and
here was a better chance than ever to
float her story.
"I shall have to tell you. ladles."
she spoke up, in tones calculated to
still a multitude, "about a girl who
was always a synonym for silly affec
tation in my old home. I don't re
member her myself, she left Barra
hoo when I waa quite -small,
but "
"Barraboo! Are you from Barra
boor' a lady sitting next her broke in.
"That's my old home. too. You may
have heard of me by my maiden nam
Marie Annette Bournee."
"Oh!" gasped Mrs. Baxter. "Y-yes,
I have." And while the lady from
Barraboo gave herself up to voluble
reminiscence, Mrs. -Baxter, chastened
In spirit thankfully -allowed the bil
lows of talk to roll on without ber
story. Youth's Companion.
Staaa; Aarala.
Percy Pickle (egotistically) Yea, 1
lust love to go traveling for pleasure.
Miss Tabasco Yea, It la a double
pleasure.
Percy Pickle Double pleasureT
Miss Tabasco Yea, a pleasure U
yon and a pleasure to your acquaint'
a&ces